[Death Shirazaki] Draw your sword, girl

Chapter 11

Chu Mobai silently buried his head a foot deep into his arm.

"My ability is just like that, it can't be more." Chu Mobai said in a low voice.

"Hmph, your ability? Does it mean the ability to stand there waiting to die?" The cold voice sarcastically mercilessly, and Chu Mobai could almost imagine his mocking eyes and expression.

Chu Mobai decided to ignore him.

It’s better not to pay attention to Bai Qi’s existence. Chu Mobai has a feeling that the more you talk to him, the more enthusiastic he will be. Sometimes ignoring him is the best choice. Anyway, if you ignore his existence, he won’t be able to jump out and attack you, right? ?

But, Xu, do you mean that kind of monster?

Chu Mobai turned the mechanical pencil in his hand, and pursed his lips to think. He was actually afraid when he was attacked by a monster. Even if he pretended to be nonchalant afterwards, he just didn't want to think about the moment of death when his life was about to run out.

She's not a thrill-seeker, never was.

Those monsters seem to have a similar feeling.

Chu Mobai took out a piece of sketch paper, the class bell rang, and a man wearing glasses walked in with a math book in his arms, adjusted his glasses, and said warmly, "This class has been switched with the chemistry teacher, the first class in the afternoon Chemistry in three classes."

There was a lazy echo, and the math teacher smiled very gently, "Then let's go to class..."

"White mask."

The pencil scratched on the sketch paper, making a "rustling" sound. She looked at the lines on the sketch paper, trying to recall the appearance of the monster in her mind.

"There will be a big hole in the body, maybe in the chest."

Chu Mobai outlined the lines, and occasionally Bai Qi's sarcasm sounded in his ears, but Chu Mobai was already very used to the process of ignoring him.

Chu Mobai's sketches don't have any skills, so her drawings are uglier than anyone else's.

She stared blankly at the "monster" she had drawn on the sketch paper, wearing a mask that took up half a large sheet of paper, with a body as big as the head of a pen, with a tiny hole in the middle of the thin body..., I don't know Why, Chu Mobai suddenly felt that his fear of monsters disappeared a lot at once, replaced by a strange, ridiculous feeling.

Sure enough, her stick figure seems to be a typical example of giving people a sense of joy.

If that's the case, it's really sad.

Chu Mobai's mood suddenly brightened a lot, as if the monster that took people's lives was no longer scary.She bent her lips, and was about to take out the next sketch paper to continue drawing, but——

"Student Chu Mobai, come and tell me how to solve this problem." The gentle math teacher adjusted his glasses with his left hand, and held the math textbook with his right hand. The sun reflected a sharp light on the lens.

Chu Mobai's drawing of the sketch paper froze suddenly, and she didn't respond for a long time. Xiao Luo looked at her, her eyes staring like light bulbs, but there was only one meaning she wanted to express—what did you do to get him caught? ?

However, now that Chu Mobai can't protect herself, she naturally has no way to convey information to her. She just subconsciously covered the sketch paper on the table, raised her head twitchingly, and looked at the hypocritical smile on her math teacher's face and his The latter seemingly simple math problems are actually very complicated to solve.

"Student Chu Mobai, come up and write on the blackboard."

The math teacher has a very kind smile.

Teacher, can she say that her aunt is here today?Or diarrhea?

Chu Mobai stood still, expressionless, no one knew that her calf was shaking, "Teacher, I..."

The math teacher came to her side with a very kind smile, and then took away the sketch paper she was trying to cover up seemingly unintentionally. Chu Mobai felt cold in his hands, and his heart was bad. Hearing the math teacher smiled more kindly , "Hey, is Chu Mobai still taking art part-time in math class?"

"Hahaha……"

The whole class suddenly roared with laughter.Chu Mobai blushed. In fact, she didn't mind them laughing. What she minded was——

"What is that picture?"

"A mask? Well, it doesn't look like... a face?"

"You look like this?"

"..."

Chu Mobai's face turned red and turned pale, and an arrow in his knee was a pain, you bastard.

Xiao Luo couldn't help laughing either, Chu Mobai glared at her fiercely, and then she stopped, with a serious look on her face, but her eyes couldn't stand the radio waves—you haven't given up on you until now That artistic and abstract creation.

Chu Mobai continued to stare back fiercely - fuck off!

"..." The math teacher seemed a little speechless, silently put the "Artistic Creation" in his hand on Chu Mobai's desk, and looked at her with compassionate eyes, "This road is not suitable for you, you can consider becoming an outstanding student." mathematicians rather than abstract painters."

"..." Chu Mobai blushed, God knows how much she wanted to howl "Fuck off" at this ghostly face, but unfortunately she didn't have the guts.

The math teacher looks gentle on the outside, but remember it's always on the outside.The students who have taken his class said that he is a very narrow-minded guy, he might just stab you with a smile and you foolishly help him count the money and so on.

So she could only lower her head silently, looking at her beaming automatic pencil.

Sure enough, there is still an urge to growl.

"Student Mo Bai has been injured at home these few days. Don't mind making a little joke." The math teacher adjusted his glasses and smiled gently, "You still need to have a good rest."

"Thank you, teacher... for your concern." Chu Mobai's words seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth.

"Hehe, you're welcome. It's a teacher's duty to care about students' growth." The math teacher smiled holy.

"..."

After sitting down, Chu Mobai had the urge to scold her mother, but her good character made her understand that it was wrong to do so, and impulse is the devil.

However, what is going on with this feeling of thorns on the back, and the sudden cold air pressure?

Chu Mobai resisted the desire to turn her head to look, and looked down at the math book in her hand. The dense and complicated formulas were tangled into an incomprehensible calligraphy and painting, abstracted into a silent and cold ocean in her mind.

Finally, she couldn't help it anymore, she took advantage of the time when the math teacher turned around to write on the blackboard, and turned her head quickly. After seeing the target person, she suddenly got goosebumps, then turned her head back with lightning speed, and then stood up all over. Quite a few goosebumps.

Emma Ye Xiao was actually looking at her! ! !That cold, thoughtful look in his eyes really made people feel creepy.

Chu Mobai felt that when he went out today, he really didn't read the almanac.

She cried bitterly in her heart.

"You are being targeted by her." The metallic voice sounded a little lazy, as if he was resting, "But you don't have to worry about dying for the time being. It seems that there are many gods of death in this world."

"What is Death?"

Chu Mobai covered his mouth with his arm and asked in a low voice.

"Reaper? It's responsible for killing Xu's garbage." Shirasaki's voice was still very lazy, it sounded like he was basking in the sun...?

"What are you doing?" Chu Mobai couldn't help asking.

"You can manage my uncle."

Chu Mobai's face turned black, and his mood suddenly became bad——

"Bastard trash!" Shirasaki seemed to have encountered some unexpected incident, and his voice suddenly distorted, as if he had encountered something unbearable, "Unexpectedly..."

Chu Mobai was not in the mood to explore what happened, but when the other party was unhappy, she immediately felt a lot better.

Sure enough, she is a bad person by nature.

Chu Mobai stuffed the abstract sketches on the table into the table hole, then took a mechanical pencil and listened to the class obediently.

It's just that if there is a seemingly indifferent gaze behind his back, it is really like a light on his back.

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Uncle Shirasaki's white face turned black, the dark sky was raining heavily, and the gloomy weather suddenly broke his seldom good mood.

The dry grass on the ground also became wet, and the grass, which was not very vigorous, became even weaker, like a withered heart.

"It really is garbage." After all, it is an endless grassland, and there is no shelter from the rain. In this situation, Bai Qi seems to have no choice but to scold Chu Mobai. After all, this is someone else's inner world.

And the rain seemed to be caused by him.

"It's really garbage with a fragile heart." Shirasaki simply covered Zan Yue's head as an umbrella, with a gloomy face.

"...I'm about to recuperate." The low voice echoed in the vast grassland, "I hate this sad feeling."

The corner of Shirasaki's mouth twitched, "Your master is not sad."

"I hate rain." After a pause, Zanpakuto continued to complain. "Gloomy feeling, the whole world suddenly darkened, and the grass, after the rain, there is no life, this piece of grass looks like a dead wasteland."

Shirasaki put down the knife, released the Reiatsu all over his body, and set up a protective shield for himself. He twisted his neck, and his bones made a "creaking" sound, "Has it always been like this? I mean, these grasses. "No, it's not." Zanpakuto's low voice was a little weak, as if he was sad, "So, it's not like this."

"Oh." Bai Qi glanced at the withered yellow grass on the ground, unexpectedly he just responded casually, but did not pursue the question.

There is a sadness locked in everyone's heart.

This period of sadness will more or less affect people's inner world. Some emotions will not change the inner world too much, and some emotions, if they directly affect the character, then the inner world will also be distorted accordingly.

Only when the heart is truly relieved can the distorted world be restored.

Bai Qi lay down lazily again, the protective cover blocked the pattering rain, the withered grass soaked by the rain on the wet soil was lifeless, and the white dead bully outfit was stained with a few traces of tide, like a sad past.

"If that trash dies..." Shirasaki narrowed his eyes, looking at the sky that gradually cleared the sky, "All of this will disappear, right?"

"Ah."

"This kind of boring world." Shirasaki sneered, "Even if it disappears, no one will feel a pity."

"Someone will be sad."

"Sad? Are you?" Shirasaki snorted, "You had already disappeared by then."

"..." Zanpakuto was silent for a while, "I'm not the only one who can feel sadness."

Shirasaki squinted his eyes, and the arc of his lips was as ironic as ever, "You really deserve to be the Zanpakutō of rubbish, even your preaching tone is the same as that rubbish."

"She's not trash." Zanpakuto's tone was very light, as if singing an aria, with inexplicable firmness, "She will be very strong."

"That kind of cowardly garbage, no matter how powerful its potential, is a waste in her hands." Bai Qi sneered at his answer.

The author has something to say:

The first year of high school is so rare... Sure enough, my IQ still needs to be improved ORz

I hate math a thousand times. TAT

The time will be fixed in the future~ Because there will be tutoring in the morning, so I will update it in the afternoon~